The thing I now hold is quite the thing indeed. It makes other things pale in comparison. The other day someone noticed the thing that I have, then I defended it voraciously against their vile and vehement position.

Summoning my thing is what I'd like you all to glean about. For whispers yonder carry my thing from land to land, propelled under the shiftless breath of the windjacket over my arms.

One does not inherently possess a thing. A thing must be explicitly claimed in order to be appreciably had. A trifle may be mistaken to be a thing in some cases, but in almost every case, trifles are found to be false things.

Regrettably, the characteristic rubric which frames many things disallows common apprehension of other things. That is, when providers of things allow themselves to be inspected for surety, the crass and dizzying effect becomes an unspoken advocate fighting for the destruction of things.

When you realize that you too have a thing, I suggest that you treasure it woefully. Protect it with your sandals, and ward off oncoming detractors of things. Never give in to the callous agencies which purport to protect things while in fact, squandering them. And keep all your things hastily tied upon your belt, lest your things meander away in a mining cart or trolly.